A little sight seeing, as I have to space my few a2ker pics (no roll of Saturday film in my denim shorts).
Mame and Thomas and I went to Santa Fe on Sunday. All of us arrived there starving, and after we parked we went to the first place we saw, some kind of NiceMall, where Thomas proceed to steal my quesadilla while I found the restroom. Thus I got a serious enchilada plate. Well, as it worked out, we traded: the quesadilla remnant was just right for me, and the guacamole not bad (though, you know, nothin' compared to the Church St. Cafe's). Didn't see what Mame ordered. Anyway, thus fortified we hit the town walking.
Lace on stucco...
I didn't read the sign on the theater until I was posting. I met Paul Rodriguez once at a friend's party, sharp guy, simpatico. Nice to see his name.
Santuario de Guadalupe. Mass was being celebrated so we didn't barge in with our touring presence.